You'll never know how much the comments you left on the previous post meant to me on a particularly trying day. 'Murgdan', Susan, Kate, Muslim Wife, Mystic Soul, Raising Brainchild, Kmina, Antonia, Stephanie, Sunny, Shawna, E, Ash, and anonymous commenters, thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to leave me a word of support, advice, or simply telling me you can relate and this whole not sleeping thing? It sucks. If you found my blog searching for 'baby sleep' [or some variation thereof] please read the comments of this post. I read them to K and slowly we're building some plans- borne not of frustration, the worst space to plan from, but from carefully considered options and making a choice, should we need to, though that's another post entirely.
As it turns out, Waleed? He reads this blog. Since writing the post, he's been sleeping so what other logical conclusion can I reach? When I say sleeping, I don't mean I put him down at 8pm and he wakes up like a cheerful chimpunk at 8am. I mean he wakes three times as opposed to hourly. I sing the "Waleedie likes to do the sleepy sleep" song [while he disagrees vehemently], change his diaper, switch to PJs, put on his sleep sack and read his favorite book before nursing and off to bed. After a few minutes of false starts he drifts off, I tiptoe away, and. . . sleep. Just sleep. Until about 1am, then 4am, then 6am and then up for the day around 8am. This I can live with. This I can do at least until he's off breastmilk and I'm no longer paranoid that maybe he's up because he's truly hungry. I'm not sure what happened. Maybe he needed his own bedroom, a spot away from the window, but he's sleeping. I know children are many things but consistent is not one of them so this might change tomorrow- but I'll deal with that when it comes and dare not hope for more than I'm currently getting.
And on that note. . . he's up?! Seriously?! Does he have a smart phone smuggled in his diaper and now knows CIO is being tabled for the time being [read: time being, kid!]. Still, this is better than it was. And for that I am grateful.
**edited to say: Five wakings last night. Oh well. It was a nice weekend at least. Pardon me while I grab some chai and manually crank my eyes open.